legacy
this earth wears broad, a garland
for the hells that man has wrought
its scarred facade, the tattered veil
for schemes once sold and bought
and should that laurel drop its leaf
for each damned dream and crime
so bless the age when moonlite finds
man's deeds wiped clean from time.
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